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Name: Josh Sharp
Country: United States
State: Texas
Birthday: 7/10/1986
Gender: Male
Expertise: Being sad on occasions that require sadness. Being glad on occasions that require gladness. Being a friend when friends are needed the most.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
9/17/2003
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| So I'm sitting around till it's time to leave to go see Corpse Bride and I can't really think of much to do. Actually, there isn't that much that I could do because the movie starts in about 20 minutes and since it takes about 10 to get there, not much could be done that would fill the 10 minutes of my time. I will venture to say that NOTHING could be done in 10 minutes and that it would be all right just as long as the 10 minutes did, at some time, finally pass. This is one part about being so close to everything that kind of bothers me. Whenever you get an idea about going to do something, chances are you will still be able to wait a little bit before you actually have to go to it. Sponteneity gets taken out a little bit. Now, to be fair, I had a notion that I would be going to see Corpse Bride all day, but still, when the time actually comes, if I am not so fortnate as to be busy with something up to the time the I should leave for the movie, the waiting is not very pleasent. Rather, it can be dismal. It's like being a child, like myself, who could not sleep a wink past 4:30 (if indeed I slept at all) on Christmas morning. Not quite so much, but the same idea. It's as if I want the time to get here faster. Even, that I might have to rush out the door and just BARELY make it. Odd as it sounds, it seems to me that it would offer a more rewarding experience to just make it, and thus, spend all the time I had before to the wisest of my choices. The end. (I should leave for the movie now) | | |
| The sun shone brightly over the Crystal Sea to meet Guy’s smile and
blond hair. Guy was slouched against a rock as you might see a man
sleeping in bed on his side with the covers rolled over and under him.
Quite snug. The waters were coming ever closer as the sun slowly rolled
its eyes and stretched across the sky. The moon, simultaneously,
tripped across the stars and began it’s slow fade and disappearance
that it has perfected over the years although sometimes, on those
special days of the year, the sun surprises her and while the brightest
beams are shining across the earth, her splendid face is still smiling
down, surprised at her temporary capture.
The waters were now up to Guy’s ankles and they
kindly licked at his heals as a dog would its wounded paw. Guy sat up
straighter and rubbed his eyes, though kept them shut. He always tried
to approach each day differently. He didn’t plan to keep his eyes
closed all day but merely for the first moments of the day to see if he
might experience a thing more amazing than sight. He did not know what
he hoped to experience or if he ever would but he still hoped and he
believed that was all he needed.
A soft breeze blew across Guy’s face and through his
hair and through his lungs. The smell of the air was as the sweetest
perfume and it lingered about his as a fog does the ground. He was
quite sure that he had smelt it before but he could not think of it. It
seemed to remind him of complete opulence and yet, complete humility
and charity. He thought of this for a long time,
Guy could not tell how long he sat and smelled. He
could tell that the sun had almost finished its stretch across the sky
and since he knew that once the sun fell below the horizon it would
become much colder, he rolled over and tucked himself back into his
position that we came upon him in and fell back to sleep.
The sun fell beyond the mountains far beyond the
Crystal Sea and inland. The gentle moon face appeared and watched
quietly as the world turned and gave life and took it. As some parts
were engulfed in the darkness of lightlessness and others were
revitalized by the reappearance of the sun. The sun turned to take a
look at her and then shot off into the shouting joys of the rest of the
world.
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| All I gotta say is... The Life Aquatic is beautiful. It will one day be mine.
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| So I was sleeping like a baby when a noise I thought was part of a
dream I didn't know I was having woke me up. The fire alarm was going
off and so all of clark assembled outside. This was at 2:30. Time
passed, someone said someone was playing with the fire extinguisher in
the basement and that set off the alarm. So I think i'm going to kill
them. It wasn't until 4 that we were let back in the building. It was
outrageous. I would have gotten more than 8 hours of sleep but nooo not
anymore. It really ticked me off. And this is probably one of the worst
weeks for this to happen. Stupid retard who did something that set off
the alarm. I'll kill em.
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| So i'm sitting here before class starts thinking to myself, am i going
to know anyone in my classes? I know at least 4 of the people that i
knew in engineering best have either changed their major, or
transferred. So i'm going to have to meet new people and we all know
how i feel about that. First month of keeping to myself then i'll
probably say something to somebody. But that's ok, It's easier not to
get distracted when there's no one to talk to. Eh? Eh?
This weekend is going to rock. Bike ride man, bike ride. It is going to be freakin sweet.
Jon Heder was in a musical/film noir called Funky Town. How peculiar.
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